Clan Wu-tang St Ide`s Lyrics

St Ide`s Lyrics

this is the commercial Wu-Tang Clan made for St. Ide's malt liquor  

  

 [Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew  

 Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew  

 In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans  

 Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am  

  

 [Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system  

 crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one  

 Hang it over, the object is to stay sober  

 Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur  

  

 [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son  

 Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one  

 Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam  

 that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of teams  

  

 [U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to those  

 Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk  

 You can't drive, keep my peoples alive  

 And if the saint don't know you from a can of paint  

  

 [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block  

 And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot  

 On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered  

 Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it  

 AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm